YOU

You
and me.
You, who decide
to make me happy,
And I,
who decide to act
like I don’t care.

So many things,
some said,
some unsaid,
and walking in long strides.
I can’t take compliments,
they all say.
Perhaps they are right.
I unceremoniously thank you.

Of course I’m flattered.
Everyone gets flattered.
I’m just the kind
who comes home,
thinks,
thinks some more,
and then decides that I’m not as good
as you said. 

For a few moments,
lives intersect.
And off we go.
For better or for worse.